You can fly here. Outside my treehouse, I can swim through the air like it was water. Sour bubblegum grows in the trees like fruit. The best part is that they don't rot your teeth like they did on earth. They are a lot tastier than earth candy, too. And when I get sick of that, there are other candies on the other sides. I can swim up there anytime and eat them. And they grow back in only a day. Equally amazing is the fact that the lawns here never need to be mowed. They are always well manicured, unless they are designed to be otherwise.
One time I found a whole field of the otherwise variety. I swam out there, but eventually, in this place, I could fly through the air like Peter Pan. All I'd have to do is think happy thoughts. On Earth, Satan would have used such a new gift as a wedge to get between me and God. He'd try to convince me that only a god could fly just by thinking about flight and happiness. But Satan isn't here. He never will be. He got kicked out. I'm glad. I'm sure that if I ever thought to myself that I was God, God would let me drop from the sky right onto my butt. Even if Satan claimed it was my own thoughts causing it to happen, it would only look like I am in charge. Even if I willed myself to drop, it wouldn't make sense. The REAL God is really in charge of this place. It's so sad that Satan would ruin such powers on earth. Too much temptation.
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